#commandslove

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@commandslove​ - "I ruin everything, I always do." // you know who this is for smiles 

cody’s heart sank at such words. HOW? the general was one of the greatest men he had ever met. how could such a LIE be believed by him? his eyebrow knit together tightly trying to piece together what to say, how to comfort his general though the man had not asked for such a thing.

“sir,” he began, but paused, going silent. there was nothing that came to his lip. so many words wanted to spill from his lips like a waterfall. if he could, he would pour out his feelings over obi-wan until he knew how LOVED he was.

part of him wanted to sit. but another part of him needed to stand out of respect for his general. conflicted emotions were always at war within himself.

“sir,” he starts again, “that’s not true. you are an incredible general. so many men, my brothers, would not be here without your leadership. and that is just the start.” there was so much more to say, but cody was still searching for the right words.

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@commandslove ​ -★- [ 𝖔𝖇𝖎-𝖜𝖆𝖓 ]

Obi-wan was tired as he spoke, his mind running back through his latest conversation with Anakin. The strategy meeting had somehow turned into a argument between them, and Obi kept his silence as Anakin left in a huff. He hadn’t even realized he had spoken out loud until Cody spoke, and he just smiled sadly at the man. “Ah...thank you for the kind words Cody. However, one could argue just as many more men would be here if I wasn’t leading them into battle. Such is the nature of war I suppose.”

"no," cody replied instantly, as though he had no control whatsoever over his own mouth, "more men would be LOST without you." 

lives for clones were short affairs. even the ones who survived the war would age faster than any human had a right to. perhaps that was why they were so content with the service they were made for. what else could you do but fight and protect? jango told him once that protection, duty, and honor  were part of their blood as the clones of a mandalorian. boba had been a mere infant then; jango was slightly kinder in those days, more attentive to the young clones who sought his approval. it hadn’t lasted. 

obi-wan kenobi’s praise of the 212th seemed to never cease, even though it was his leadership that won them so many victories. cody knew what had caused this doubt in his jetii. rex and he had shared glances as the tension bubbled between their generals. skywalker was a captivating hover crash, one that his vod’ika seemed unable to look away from and his general seemed determined to prevent despite the vehicle already being in flames. certainly, that conversation afterward had become some argument.

 with an amount of daring that surprised himself, he touched obi-wan’s shoulder, “general, the 212th sees no better general than you. you are our jetii,” MY JETII, “and we care about you as one of our own,” AS THOUGH YOU WERE MINE, “never doubt yourself, sir. not with me. not when it comes to my vode.” AND NEVER DOUBT HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.

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@commandslove​ - "Am I just being paranoid?" to Cody

Cody knew what if felt like waver when the galaxy looked toward you. At one time, Kote knew that all the millions of vode would be left in his hands. Cody still knew that truth. When the clones looked for a leader, they looked for the one their base had all but hand-selected. There were days Cody hated Jango for that.

Most days he couldn’t because his place in the GAR was what lead him to Obi-Wan.

“You’re the one who can sense the Force,” he said, softly, “If you feel like something is wrong, there is a strong chance you’re right, sir.”

He trusted his general implicitly and always would. The first time that Cody had seen the man who would become his general, his hair and robes had been soaking wet from the rains of Kamino. He looked up. That was when everything changed.

BEAUTY was not something Cody had been truly familiar with before seeing Obi-Wan. The concept was inside him, but he could not find anything among the rain, among the white sterile walls, among brothers who all looked like him in one way or another to be truly beautiful. Until Obi-Wan Kenobi.

When he was put under direct command of the man who would be his Jedi, Cody learned of his inner beauty. There was little more overwhelming that the absolute warmth Obi-Wan had. Cody respected it, admired it, adored it in a way that consumed him. So when his general-- his Jedi-- doubted himself, it was Cody’s job to assure him.